No More Privates

Two kitties in our family took a cruel step into adulthood this week by being spade and neutered, our little girl Coco and my mom's cat Brady, pictured above.

Coco is doing very well, although we are glad she is finally finished with her pain medicine which seems to have put her in a long-lasting state of being stoned. She has been oddly angry, growling at her big sister, biting me whenever she has the chance, and increasing her pupils to the size of dimes as she gets spun to attack whatever phantom birds she imagines flying around the house. She is always goofy, but not mean goofy, so we are glad to see her pleasant demeanor return this weekend.

Brady apparently put on a horror show at the veterinarian office, hiding in his cage and not letting anybody near him until my Mom had to be summoned into the depths of the office to coax him out. Our late Mindy Cat had a similar reaction years ago, finally having enough manhandling and completely going off on the office staff. Mindy, who might have been one of the sweetest creatures alive in the world, had injected so much angst into the office staff that folks didn't want to work with him, and towards the end of his life he even shook the calm of a 30-year seasoned specialist who had, in many ways, seen it all.

I guess a visit to the doctor can bring out the worst in all of us.

Mindy, the vicious beast.